I was inclined to post a mournful tome about the tragedy of 9/7/2008 expressing my feelings of shock, dismay, forlornness and waining hope. But the pain is too sharp, the disappointment too fresh. And really, what use is it? I mean, that's fine if the god of the one sport i love and care about and look forward to all farking year as a bringer of the sweet cool winds of fall and winter and all that's cozy in the world wants to kick me in the ribs and gouge out my eyes in some oedipal retribution for i don't know what. Seriously. That's just fine. So instead:A and I went to blue lake, CA to visit my long held friend, eeeeee, who lives there in all of northern california's splendor. It was farking beautiful. My second encounter with a black sand beach. And at least 10 degrees cooler than my dual home cities. I actually wore a cashmere sweater! I long to post the photo of a's butt that i took as he went for an impromptu swim in a river. But i won't. Instead, enjoy the others. Especially the one of my feet. Ain't they purdy? J
